Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.